Chapter Thirteen: The Power of Youth Explodes!
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The display board's announcement produced the specific quiet that precedes things people already suspect will be difficult to watch.
Rock Lee vs. Gaara
Guy Might's enthusiasm — which operated, under ordinary circumstances, as something close to a constant — dimmed by a visible degree. Neji and Tenten exchanged a look that needed no elaboration between people who had trained alongside Lee long enough to know both his ceiling and his blind spots.
In Team Six's section of the observation area, Houjin felt the specific quality of Gaara's energy arrive before the boy had even taken his position on the arena floor — not chakra exactly, or not only chakra, but something layered beneath it that registered to his Saiyan senses as fundamentally wrong in a way he didn't yet have full vocabulary for.
"That's not just chakra," he said quietly. "There's something else in there. Old. Hostile."
Hanabi's Byakugan, which had spent most of the day dividing its attention between the arena and the medical bay where her sister was recovering, turned fully toward Gaara. "The signature is enormous," she confirmed. "Layered. Is that—" She paused, working through the comparison. "Is that a sealed entity? Like what Kasumi and Naruto carry?"
"Similar," Kasumi said, having drifted closer when the conversation turned toward sealed beings, which was a subject she had a particular professional interest in. "But not the same texture. What's in me and Naruto feels like concentrated hatred with a personality attached to it. What's in him—" She searched for the right description. "It feels like it wants to consume. Like violence without a container."
Sakura, recovered enough to have rejoined the observation, felt something cold move through her at the description.
"Can Lee win against that?" she asked.
"His determination is real," Houjin said. "Whether that's sufficient against something operating outside normal parameters is a different question."
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Lee descended with his usual enthusiasm fully intact, which was either a remarkable act of will or a complete absence of self-preservation instinct, depending on how generously one chose to interpret it.
Gaara stood motionless, his gourd already weeping sand in small, anticipatory streams.
"I have been waiting for an opponent worthy of full attention," he said, his voice carrying the flat affect that made the statement more unsettling than enthusiasm would have. "Show me whether your taijutsu can entertain me before I crush you."
"I will do more than entertain you," Lee declared. "I will prove that hard work and dedication can overcome any natural advantage. That someone without talent can become strong through effort alone."
Hayate raised his hand with the particular expression of a man bracing for something.
"Begin."
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Lee's opening assault was immediate and technically excellent — Strong Fist combinations that would have ended most matches in the room within the first exchange.
The sand did not even attempt to negotiate with the attack. It simply rose, autonomous and absolute, and intercepted every strike before contact, the Shield of Sand operating with a speed that anticipated rather than reacted.
"Impressive," Gaara observed, watching the assault fail entirely. "And meaningless. The sand protects me regardless of my will. It moves faster than your conscious decisions."
Lee retreated several steps, processing. The math was clear: ordinary speed would not be sufficient against a defense that didn't require conscious activation. Which meant it was time for the thing he had been carrying through the entire examination without using.
"I have been holding back," he announced, reaching for his leg warmers. "Not from arrogance. My sensei forbade their removal except when precious people required protection."
From the observation rail, Guy Might leaned forward. "He's using it. From the start, he's taking this seriously."
The weights came off with deliberate ceremony. When they struck the arena floor, they left craters — the kind of craters that told an honest story about the weight Lee had been carrying through every training session, every mission, every prior match of this examination.
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What happened to Lee's speed in the absence of those weights was the kind of thing that earned the room's full attention without effort. His movements created afterimages. The Shield of Sand, calibrated to a threat profile that no longer matched its target, struggled visibly to keep pace.
His fist connected with Gaara's face.
It was the first strike of the entire examination to penetrate the autonomous defense, and the silence that followed it was the specific silence of a room recalibrating its expectations.
Gaara's head returned to neutral position. There was no pain in his expression. There was, instead, something that looked uncomfortably like satisfaction.
"Interesting," he said. "Fast enough to bypass automatic defense. That makes you dangerous. That makes crushing you meaningful."
The sand became aggressive rather than defensive, and Lee evaded it with the specific quality of movement that comes from a body finally permitted to move at the speed it had been trained for. He appeared behind Gaara — faster than the redirection could follow — and delivered a kick to the back of his opponent's skull with enough force to send him stumbling.
When Gaara turned, the reason the strike hadn't done more damage became apparent: beneath his outer clothing, a second layer of compressed sand had formed, an armor specifically built for opponents who could reach him.
"The shield protects against external attack," Gaara said. "I built this for opponents fast enough to get past it. You earned the reveal."
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Guy Might's recognition arrived before Lee's announcement did. "He's going to use the Front Lotus."
"What does that mean?" Sakura asked, her medical training already flagging concern at the phrase.
"It opens the first of the Eight Gates," Kakashi said. "Removes the natural limiters on the body. The power gain is real. So is the damage, especially with repeated use."
On the arena floor, Lee had already arrived at the same conclusion through his own analysis.
"Gate of Opening — release!"
The change arrived immediately. Speed beyond what the weight removal alone had granted. Force in his strikes that exceeded what his frame should produce. The Front Lotus, when he executed it — bandages binding Gaara, the controlled fall toward the arena floor designed to drive his opponent headfirst into the ground — was textbook in form and devastating in apparent effect.
The impact created a crater and a wave of dust that made observers flinch.
When the dust cleared, what should have been Gaara's defeated body was a hollow shell of compressed sand, already beginning to crumble.
"A substitution," Neji observed. "He swapped his real body for a sand construct the moment Lee made contact."
The real Gaara stood at the arena's edge, entirely unmarked.
"Impressive," he said. "Strong enough that it might have actually hurt me. I decided that allowing it to connect would be inconvenient."
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Lee's exhaustion was visible now — legs trembling, breath ragged, the body's accounting for the Front Lotus's cost beginning to present itself.
"You forced a substitution," Gaara said, in the tone of someone offering a compliment he didn't fully understand the mechanics of giving. "That earns you the version of my sand that stops defending and starts attacking with intent."
The sand's configuration shifted. So did something behind Gaara's pale eyes — a loosening, a surfacing of something that had been waiting beneath the cold assessment the whole match.
"Something's wrong," Houjin said. "The thing sealed in him is responding to the fight. It wants out."
Kasumi felt the recognition arrive through the Nine-Tails' own awareness of kindred things. "That's not a tailed beast. Not exactly. That's something that exists to destroy, and it's starting to drive him directly."
Guy gripped the railing, working through a calculation he did not want to be making — whether to intervene, and at what cost to his student's pride, against what risk to his student's life.
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Exhaustion arrived in full on the arena floor, and Gaara approached with the patience of a predator who has decided the outcome is already settled.
"This is where you accept defeat," he said. "Or where I crush you for refusing to."
Lee's posture sagged. Medical personnel shifted toward the arena's edge in anticipation.
Then something straightened in him.
"Sensei taught me," Lee said, his voice finding strength from somewhere, "that opening the gates damages the body. He also taught me that proper conditioning allows faster recovery between uses." He met Gaara's eyes. "Watch carefully. I'm about to show you what happens when someone refuses predetermined defeat."
"He's going to open the second gate," Guy said, low and urgent.
"Can his body survive that?" Sakura asked.
"It shouldn't be able to," Guy said. "He's trained specifically to make the impossible survivable. Not safe. Survivable."
"Gate of Healing — release!"
The transformation reversed exhaustion's visible symptoms in real time — the trembling stopped, the breathing steadied, a temporary suppression of the body's accumulated cost that bought him minutes he had not had a moment before.
"Impossible," Gaara muttered. "You should be too damaged to continue."
"Possibility," Lee said, "is defined by determination and training."
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Guy's mind, watching his student prepare to push further, found its way to memory.
He remembered a younger Lee in his office, having failed the academy exam for the third time, declaring through trembling resolve that he would master taijutsu alone if ninjutsu and genjutsu were closed to him. He remembered telling that boy the cost of the path he was choosing and being answered with a conviction that exceeded the warning.
He remembered Lee after graduation, vowing to make his single strength so overwhelming that his weaknesses would never matter. He remembered explaining the Eight Gates and their irreversible cost, and Lee's answer: that a life spent proving dedication mattered was worth the risk.
Nearby, Neji's mind moved through a parallel memory — Lee challenging him to a sparring match he had no chance of winning, refusing to stop even after the outcome was settled, asking *why* he kept fighting and receiving the answer: *because giving up means accepting fate is absolute, and if I accept that, what was the point of any of my training?*
That conversation had planted something in Neji that he had spent years trying to keep buried.
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"There is one more gate I'm permitted to open without sensei's specific authorization," Lee announced, and his voice carried enough conviction that even Gaara's sand slowed its aggressive movement.
Guy felt the words arrive like a physical blow. "Lee, no," he said, knowing the distance made the plea useless.
"Gate of Life — release!"
What followed exceeded everything Lee had previously shown. His skin flushed with circulation pushed past safe limits. His chakra signature reached a register that bordered on jonin output. The pressure wave from the gate's opening pushed Gaara's sand backward, and for the first time in the match, genuine fear crossed the Sand ninja's face — not the absence of his usual cold satisfaction, but something underneath it that recognized threat in a register the One-Tailed Beast itself was responding to.
"What are you?" Gaara asked.
"I am Rock Lee," Lee said, his voice carrying harmonics that suggested the gate's effects extended past the purely physical. "A ninja who cannot use ninjutsu or genjutsu. A ninja who was told he could never succeed. A ninja who proves, through dedication, that predetermined limitations mean nothing before absolute determination."
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The observation area processed the display through its respective frameworks.
"He's pushed a human body to something approaching what Saiyans achieve naturally," Houjin said, with the specific respect of someone recognizing genuine warrior spirit regardless of its source. "That's not a power level. That's will."
Sakura's medical assessment ran cold beneath the words. "His muscles are tearing. His bones are fracturing. Even if he wins, the recovery is going to be measured in months. Maybe years."
Naruto watched with the particular understanding of someone who had spent his life being told what he couldn't be. "He's risking everything to prove hard work matters," he said. "That's exactly what I want to be."
Kakashi, beside Guy, observed quietly: "He has no natural talent for ninjutsu or genjutsu. And he's achieved this anyway."
"It means," Guy said, his voice thick, "that we've been wrong about what defines potential. That heart matters more than bloodline."
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The renewed assault was something the arena floor itself registered — cracks spreading beneath Lee's footsteps, sonic concussions from the speed of his movement rattling the observation windows. Gaara's sand armor took actual damage for the first time, fine cracks appearing in compressed sand that had seemed absolute moments before.
"This is what determination achieves!" Lee shouted, each strike landing with increasing force. "This is proof that hard work matters!"
The sand's defensive patterns grew more frantic, more instinctive — the One-Tailed Beast's own preservation instincts beginning to override Gaara's deliberate control.
The match had stopped being a combat examination and become something closer to a referendum on what a human body, pushed to its absolute limit by pure will, could accomplish against power that operated outside the framework everyone else was using.
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"Gate of Pain — release!"
The fourth gate's cost was immediate and visible — torn muscle, fractured bone, organs straining against pressure no human circulatory system was built to sustain. But the speed gained was, for the first time in the match, genuinely beyond Gaara's defensive capacity to track. The sand arrived microseconds late, every time.
"How?" Gaara demanded, his composure entirely gone. "How can determination overcome power backed by a tailed beast?"
"Because determination isn't *mere*," Lee said. "Because the human spirit, pushed to its limit, achieves things predetermined power cannot match!"
But his body was failing in real time — blood from torn muscle, breath suggesting internal damage, vision beginning to blur.
*One more technique,* he thought, with the clarity that sometimes arrives exactly when a body is running out of the time to use it. *Everything I have left.*
"Gate of Limit — release!"
The fifth gate's opening pushed him into a register that should have been impossible for a genin. The observation area's reinforced windows cracked under the pressure his chakra signature produced.
Guy was crying without seeming to notice. "Lee, that's enough! You've already proven your point!"
Lee could not hear him. He was past hearing.
"Reverse Lotus!"
What followed was less technique than demonstration — strikes too fast to track, force enough to shatter stone, a spiral that carried Gaara hundreds of meters above the arena floor before the final strike sent him plummeting toward a collision that should have ended the match decisively.
Gaara's gourd exploded into a cushion of sand at the last possible moment, absorbing what should have been a fatal impact. He lay in the resulting crater, injured and conscious.
Lee, having spent everything in the technique's execution, fell from the sky with nothing left to control his landing.
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The sand that reached for him as he fell was no longer operating under anyone's deliberate direction. It moved with the malice of something that had been allowed, briefly, to act on its own preference.
It wrapped his already-unconscious arm and leg.
The sound of bones breaking carried through a room that had gone completely silent.
"Stop!" Guy's voice carried the authority of a man who had stopped calculating costs and started simply acting. "The match is over! He's unconscious!"
But Gaara made no move to stop it, his cold composure shattered into something that no longer resembled deliberate control. More sand gathered into shapes meant to finish what the first grip had started.
Guy arrived between his student and the threat with the speed of a jonin who had decided, in that instant, that examination protocols had become irrelevant.
"The match is over," he said, his usual warmth replaced by something genuinely dangerous. "Gaara is conscious. Lee is not. Winner: Gaara."
Hayate, who had been a fraction of a second from saying the same thing, nodded. "Winner: Gaara. Medical personnel — now."
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What happened next defied every medical expectation in the room.
Lee's eyes opened.
His functional leg attempted to bear weight it could no longer support. His body, driven by something past conscious decision, tried to assume a combat stance using limbs that no longer functioned. His eyes held only one thing: the absolute refusal to accept that this was finished.
"Lee," Guy's voice broke completely. "You've already proven everything. Please. Stop trying to stand."
Lee's unconscious mind could not process the plea. His body kept trying anyway.
Guy caught him as he collapsed, gathering the broken form with a gentleness that contrasted entirely with the fury of moments before.
"You were magnificent," he whispered. "You proved everything I taught you was true. You were a splendid ninja, Lee. The most splendid I have ever known."
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Several hours later, Tsunade delivered what everyone in the room had already begun to fear.
"The damage exceeds our current capability to fully repair," she said, with the particular bluntness of someone who has decided that kindness and clarity are not, in this instance, the same thing. "His left arm and leg suffered crush injuries to bone, muscle, and nerve. His chakra network has been disrupted by five gates opened in succession. He will not be able to reliably open the gates again without risking immediate death." A pause. "His career as a combat shinobi is, in any conventional sense, finished."
Guy's hands were fists. "There has to be something."
"There isn't," Tsunade said. "I've reviewed every option available to us."
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It was Sakura who put words to what the observation area was processing as Lee was carried away.
"His arm. His leg. The chakra network damage. Even with the best treatment, he might never—"
"Fight again," Houjin finished quietly. "His body is broken in ways our medicine might not be able to address."
The weight of it settled over the room. Lee had given everything to prove a philosophy, and the cost had been the very career the philosophy was meant to validate.
Neji stood frozen, his Byakugan having tracked every moment of the systematic destruction. His own certainty — the foundation he had built his entire understanding of the world upon — was cracking in a different way than it had cracked in the corridor with Houjin.
*He proved that determination can push past natural talent,* Neji thought. *But at this cost. Was it worth it?*
Naruto, beside Kasumi, found the opposite conclusion arriving in him with equal force. "He didn't just fight for himself," he said. "He fought for everyone who's ever been told they can't. He proved it. Even if it cost everything."
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The final preliminary match — Choji against a Grass Village genin named Takeshi — passed through the room with the muted attention of an audience still processing what had come before. Choji won through Akimichi techniques that his opponent had badly underestimated, and the victory registered as a footnote to the day's larger weight.
Hayate's closing address — one month, train wisely, an international audience awaits — arrived in a room that had largely stopped listening for procedural information and had started, instead, sitting with the cost of what they had witnessed.
"Lee proved something important today," Houjin said quietly to his teammates. "That humans, pushed to their absolute limit, can approach what we achieve naturally. But the cost—"
"Was everything," Hanabi finished. "Is that victory or tragedy?"
"Maybe both," Sakura said. "Maybe some truths can only be proven through a cost that feels unjust. And the value isn't whether the cost was fair. It's whether the truth mattered enough to justify it."
No one had a better answer than that.
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The medical assessment room, when Houjin arrived with Eleryc and Kazuna, held the specific density of people who have run out of acceptable options and are beginning to consider the unacceptable ones.
Guy sat beside Lee's bed, watching the shallow rise and fall of a chest that had been pushed past every reasonable limit. Tsunade reviewed reports with an expression that grew progressively grimmer.
"His chakra network," Houjin said, after listening to the full assessment, "is damaged beyond reliable use. But chakra isn't the only energy system available to a body." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "There's another kind of power. My people call it ki. It operates by different principles entirely."
Tsunade's attention sharpened. "You're suggesting teaching him to use it instead."
"Ki isn't alien to humans," Eleryc said. "It exists in every living being. Most people never learn to access it. What Saiyans do instinctively, humans can learn through training."
"When I began accessing my own ki," Kazuna added, "my chakra network didn't become irrelevant. The two systems work alongside each other. And ki doesn't move through the same pathways chakra does. Lee's damaged network wouldn't prevent him from learning it."
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Guy felt something move in his chest that was not quite hope but stood close enough to it to be uncomfortable.
"You genuinely believe he could learn this?"
"I think Lee is exactly the kind of person ki responds to," Houjin said. "It's cultivated through will and determination rather than granted by genetics. Does that sound like anyone in this room?"
The parallel was not subtle. No one in the room missed it.
Tsunade's arms crossed. "How does this differ from chakra, practically? What would he need to do?"
"Chakra is created by combining physical and spiritual energy through established pathways," Eleryc said. "Ki is more fundamental. It's life force, present in every cell rather than confined to a network. The training methods are different. The potential exists in everyone."
"And the three of you would take responsibility for teaching him," Tsunade said, "knowing his body is already damaged, knowing mistakes could cause further harm?"
"We would," Houjin said, and the other two nodded. "And I believe the training might do more than give him a new path. Properly cultivated, ki accelerates the body's own healing. It won't be fast and it won't be easy. But over time, he might recover beyond what conventional treatment alone could achieve."
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Tsunade was quiet for a long moment, weighing this through every framework available to her.
"This would be completely unprecedented," she said finally.
"The alternative," Guy said, "is that Lee never fights again. That he spends his life knowing his dream ended at thirteen because his body couldn't survive what I taught him." His voice was steady and his eyes were not. "If there's a chance, don't we owe him the attempt?"
Kakashi, from the doorway, spoke quietly. "The implications go beyond Lee individually. If a human can be taught to access ki, the boundary between human and Saiyan potential is more permeable than anyone assumed."
"It also means our entire training tradition has been operating with an incomplete map," Tsunade added, with grudging respect for the audacity of the proposal.
The Third Hokage arrived partway through this, listening with the weight of decades of difficult decisions behind his eyes.
"I find myself torn," he said. "Between the potential and the risk of experimenting on a severely injured boy with techniques our medical staff cannot properly monitor."
It was Guy who answered. "Lee has spent his entire life proving that risk in pursuit of a dream is worthwhile. He opened five gates knowing it could destroy him because proving his philosophy mattered more than his own safety. If we deny him this because we're afraid of risk, we're telling him his whole approach to being a ninja was wrong."
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Lee's eyes opened during the silence that followed.
"Sensei," he said, his voice rough and weak. "Did I prove it? That hard work can match talent?"
Guy gripped his student's functional hand, tears finally falling without restraint. "You proved everything, Lee. You were magnificent."
"Then why do you look sad?"
Tsunade delivered the news directly, because directness was the form of respect she had to offer. The damaged network. The structural injuries. The career, in its traditional sense, ended.
Lee absorbed this with a calm that suggested some part of him had already known.
"So I cannot be a ninja anymore," he said. Not quite a question.
"Not in the traditional sense," Tsunade confirmed. "But there's an alternative being proposed." She gestured toward the three young men standing nearby. "A different energy system entirely. One that doesn't depend on the network you've damaged."
Lee studied Houjin, Eleryc, and Kazuna with the same intense focus he brought to every training opportunity he had ever encountered.
"You're the ones they call aliens," he said. "The Saiyans."
"We are," Houjin said. "And we believe you have the potential to learn ki. It won't replace what you've lost. It won't be easy. But it could give you a future as a warrior. A different path than you planned, but a path."
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Lee was quiet for several minutes, the pain medication and the magnitude of the offer both working against his usual quickness of decision.
"Would learning this mean abandoning what Sensei taught me?" he asked finally. "Would it mean the philosophy was wrong?"
"The opposite," Eleryc said. "Ki requires exactly the dedication that defines your entire approach. Only the methodology changes. The philosophy — hard work overcoming disadvantage — stays exactly the same."
Guy's hand found his student's shoulder. "You've already proven everything that needed proving, Lee. This isn't abandoning your philosophy. It's extending it."
"There are risks," the Hokage said, ensuring nothing was left unsaid. "We have no medical framework for this. If something goes wrong, our treatments might not help."
Lee's expression shifted into something everyone present recognized — the look of a person who had found renewed purpose despite every obstacle arranged against it.
"Sensei taught me that the path less traveled often leads to the most meaningful destination," he said, his voice gaining strength. "If this gives me a chance to keep proving that hard work matters, I accept whatever risk comes with it."
"You're certain?" Tsunade asked, her medical ethics requiring the question be asked plainly. "You understand we're experimenting. That success isn't guaranteed. That failure could leave you worse off."
"I am certain," Lee said. "I would rather risk everything on a new path than accept that my dream died at thirteen."
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The planning that followed moved with the specific efficiency of people who have decided to attempt something that has never been attempted and are determined to do it as carefully as the impossibility allows.
Two weeks of medical stabilization, minimum, before any training could begin. Theoretical instruction in the interim — the principles of ki, its difference from chakra, the mental frameworks required before any practical application was attempted. Daily medical assessment, with an absolute halt clause if anything worsened rather than improved.
The Hokage classified the entire undertaking at the highest available level. The strategic implications of humans accessing alien energy systems were significant enough that the knowledge needed containing, regardless of how the experiment concluded.
"One more thing," Eleryc said, before the meeting fully dispersed. "Learning ki isn't only physical training. It requires confronting fundamental truths about yourself — your limitations, your fears, the deepest sources of what drives you. Lee will need to be ready for that as much as for the physical work."
Lee, drowsy now from the medication finally taking full effect, managed a smile.
"I have spent my entire life confronting my limitations," he said. "If this requires more of the same, I am as prepared as anyone could be."
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Walking through the hospital corridors afterward, the three Saiyans carried the specific weight of having committed to something none of them could fully guarantee.
"Do you actually think this will work?" Kazuna asked.
"I think Lee has already demonstrated the kind of determination that makes impossible things possible," Houjin said. "Whether that's enough to overcome the physiological gap — that's what we're going to find out together."
Eleryc nodded slowly. "The memories I carry include knowledge of humans who learned to access ki and achieved transformations that rivaled natural Saiyans. It's possible. It requires a level of dedication that exceeds what most people sustain." A small, certain pause. "Fortunately, Lee has never been most people."
They walked out into the evening air, and behind them, in a hospital bed, a boy who had broken his body proving that hard work mattered was already, in the small moments before sleep claimed him fully, beginning to imagine what the next month might make of him.
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End of Chapter Thirteen
To be continued....
Next time- Chapter 14: New Teachers, Hidden Watchers, Masters & Students